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Seen a mystic vision through the television

You might as well be wishing for a bleak Image in hells kitchen

When shells hit the ground the seven bells get to clicking

My thumb sore from counting this chicken

You won't get around anymore when the round go faster then Jackie Robison pitching

Bitch say she sore well let me release all that tension

The shit good I left my junkie itching

Me and my bunkie leave you needing more then some stitching

We not talking hair my thing got extensions

I'm independent in the safe lies the 10 pendants

The cells in ya head get out like I'm evicting tenets

Me and you got the same size so those are basically my tennis

The 45 bounce around like we playing tennis

Wear gloves and no mask because ion mind killing a witness

I got executive deals I'm doing business

This is what it sound like to hear richness

Theres not a world to imagine me bitchless

The feinds is on they knees and they begging me for a quick fix

Told that niggas stand up cause ion do all dat gay shit

Mess with a playa like me you gon get hit

 

The methamphetamine lookin like a ice cube

Shoot you in the throat and then leave ya voice down on mute

My intellect is so high you can't compute

The ruger been talkin to me saying it's been dying to shoot

Stashed it in the boot

Get all the loot then go into a pursuit of the forbidden fruit

Feds almost had but I'm hitting the pro stick doing jukes

For what I've done as my mommas son I must rebuke

That one snatch is trash I gotta puke